So you came 'round here to find out ‘bout
Goth Cowboy living?


We’ll howdy ya’ll
Welcome to the Dark Poetry Dude ranch
A place to show off your writin ‘bilities
To sit back, take a load off
Watch the sun fall from that thar glorious sky
I’ll be hosting ya’ll, name’s Black Bart
Now don’t let ma ‘pearance startle ya
The trench coat keeps me from conformist eyes
The spiked cowboy boots might seem a bit over the top
But they keep folks from gettin too close
That is how it's got to be, no one gets too close
A poet cowboy must ride alone
That is the sacrifice they make
Ya may have noticed a distinct smell
I’m here to tell ya it’s a common odor
Livin out here on the plains of desire
Sometimes we forgets to take a proper shower
Bout the ‘commodations, you’re welcome to any room
Grub is served three times a day
True Goth Cowboy fixins
Pop, Coffee, and chips
Now I knowin ya’ll came out here to get away from it all
To answer the call of bein a goth cowboy
To try bleached skin and dyed hair
To make a last stand against the world
To be heard by the few who truly listen
This here ranch aint no pleasure resort
You’ll be ranch hands until ya leave
Yer ‘spected to help out the young’uns
Care and feed the beasts of burden
Mend some fences of individual freedom
Write daily
That is most important
We’ll subject ya to brutality, mistreatment, and torture
Emotional stress is our bisness
If you don’t have the hankerin for it
Best leave now
We gots no place for prissy city folk
We are a hardy breed
Built for isolation
Out here, it’s us versus the norms society created
First thang in the mornin, we ride
We’ll trail onto the prairie for a week
Sleep under stars of discontent
Set fires to fend off our fears of conformity
We’ll cattle call our cravins
Despisin everyone we run ‘cross
I don’t wanna see any ya’ll bein friendly
Out there on the range, it’s shoot stereotypes first
Seek the truth later
We aint very many
So we haves to stick together
Corporate coyotes fear numbers
If we’re lucky, we’ll wrangle us some inspiration
Hog tie it into submission
Shoot, mights be we’ll come ‘cross
A wild herd of long haired steers
Maybe scare us up some cutter cattle
No tellin what we might come ‘cross
But first thangs first
Go get ya self settled
Pick yourselves a trench coat
The hair dye is compliments of the ranch
Your city clothes are already bein fitted with spikes
Black lipstick can be bought at the front desk
Eye shadow too
Now kick your feet up and stay ‘while
Tomorrow we ride into the unknown
Facin a prairie determined to kill us
It’s as plum near honest livin as one can get

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